[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[Astra_Senpai]

Kiran had bowed his head slightly to Max. A nice girl, steady heart. His eyes followed that imp with trained caution. It was an interestingly unnerving creature. However as it was with Malachai- Kiran only worried on it a small amount. Demons- what a turn his latest notes held. Kiran had decided it best to remain silent, watching them partake in their sweets and discuss the woman. It was hard to deal with those without heartbeats as they had few tells... the heartless ones were his favorite. Just a joke to himself which brought a small blush to his face. Now he felt a little silly. And silliness with anxiety meant wheezing.

He would produce his inhaler from a pocket and take a pull, holding the solution in his lungs before exhaling softly. This would have to be repeated.  

[Angeles Valentine]

And just like that, they were gone. Angeles smiled after the two of them before looking over at the young man she had entered with. She tilted her head at the inhaler, "are you alright?" she asked softly.  

[Astra_Senpai]

Exhaling slowly, his lungs loosening a bit, "Y-y-yes..f-f-fine j-j-just a sm-small at-tack. N-n-n-noth-thing to w-w-wor-ry ab-bout."

Mildy embarassed he cleared his throat, waving a hand to the door leading to the main room, "P-p-perh-haps w-we c-c-could s-sit in the m-main r-room and y-you c-c-could t-tell m-me ab-bout b-being a h-h-hunt-ter?"  

[Azana Brown]

Hemlock flapped his way out to the main room, liking the idea of being at eye-level with the others. The bowl was in one hand, spoon in the other. "It always tastes so good...!" He beamed, landing in a seat next to the table of his choice.

Max chuckled, sitting at one of the seats. "Well, yeah...machines can do something the same way every time, so it'll always be the same."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Malachai sat down and enjoyed another spoonful. "I still like the real fruit better, but it's such a good snack, I can't say no!" he hummed, smiling. "Max, what sort is yours?"  

[Angeles Valentine]

"Yes, we can go outside," she said smiling and stepping out into the main room. Rather than lead the man to her corner, she took him back to his seat at the bar and sat next to his cup. Once he was settled she set her own cup down, likely not going to touch it again, "so, about being a hunter," she smiled as she thought of where to begin.  

[Azana Brown]

"Pina colada!" Max answered. "It's pineapple and coconut and awesome...here!" She held out a spoonful to him.

However, Hemlock reached over and ate the ice cream instead. "Mmmmmmm~! I like it!"  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Yummmm~" he agreed, enjoying the lingering flavor in his mouth. "Want to try mine?"  

[Azana Brown]

"Ice cream made ta taste like soul juice?" Max asked, quirking an eyebrow before shrugging. "I'm game...ain't like it's the real deal, anyway."

Hemlock smiled as she agreed to try. He was lapping up melted ice cream soup, but he still admired her courage...not everyone would be so adventurous.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Malachai offered a spoonful, smiling. "It's not quite soul juice, but it is tasty." It tasted mild, sweet and undoubtably light purple, with a lingering flavor of warmth and sighs.  

[Azana Brown]

Max tried it with closed eyes, letting the flavor melt over her tongue. The basics were there...a mild sweetness of a fruit, but there were notes that she just really couldn't describe. Her bright blues opened and she gave a nod. "That's some interestin' stuff ya got there...!"

"Very good stuff!" Hemlock echoed, dropping the now empty and clean bowl.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Isn't it ?" he smiled. "It's really refreshing. Had enough, Hemlock?"  

[Azana Brown]

Hemlock tilted his head, looking up to the ceiling in thought. "I think so...it's not as rich as last time, but if I try another bowl, I'll burst!"

"I'm not cleaning up imp guts," Max teased, poking his belly as she finished her own bowl.  

[Astra_Senpai]

In the main room, Kiran found his tea had gone cold. To him cold chamomile tea was like eating chap stick. Horrid, no? Kiran excused himself long enough to retrieve a fresh cup of tea, taking his seat up and producing a pen and paper from somewhere within his vest pockets. "M-m-might I h-h-ave y-your p-p-perm-mission t-t-to r-rec-cord o-our c-c-conv-ers-sat-tion? I use th-them f-for r-r-ref-ference w-wh-when I w-wr-it-te."  

[Angeles Valentine]

"Sure," she said, looking down at the paper, noting a strange feeling at the thought that she was being recorded. The only similar thing such as this was posing for a portrait some hundreds of years ago with Lucifer. But it was vastly different, these was her words that would be taken, not just her appearance, "well, I guess I'll start by saying that vampire hunting is usually an occupation of vengeance. For me, that's how it started at least," she was calm as she said it, as if there was little emotion attached to the events that spurred her into becoming a veritable murderer of her own race.